DARK HAPPINESS.

Insular! Reserved, suppressed deep waters.

Open to impressionable urges that shun resistance,

Experiences pound, lead to traumatic acceptance...

From taut, strained environmental consciousness

Moulded by patterns of adverse parental guidance,

And so, welcomes the urban fabulous connection,

Lost, is identity of character to the sloth of abject

Individual hopelessness.

Just to feel the presence in strength of being.

In the shape of Belonging to a group or gang,

Existance charts a fated course from a youth in

Urbanhood to a fearless, respected, angry man,

Carrying a frightening baggage of potential crime,

At the hip decorating pockets, a gun, a knife,

Dream bubbles rise of wealth but karma whistles ill

Tidings to claim an innocent life.

The only way from the underground is to reach those

Ranks of the feared, then wait for the damn pointed

Finger of come-upance giving the orders to maim...

Walk the plank towards brutal death or serve years!

The edge, dark happiness rush, comes while the soul

screams,

Then realization bursts mercilessly outward at the

seams,

As the urban coma leaves a life led, extremely

Concussed... in regretful milestones stained in

Innocent and not so innocent blood.. as every breath

Is a howling face seen, in sleep,

Choking conscience, so it never thirsts to dream!

And Mamma said: 'My child was the most beautiful

Looking baby,

The most wonderful, kind child you could ever meet!'